Latte Darling: Book Two of The Darling Series

The weight of Maddie slung over my shoulder tethers me back to the earth. Without her, I’ve felt lost. Adrift.

I don’t stop until we’re next to my car.

“I’m going to put you down,” the arm I have around her thighs tightens, “and if you try to run, I’m going to stop you.” When I’m greeted with silence, I shift my grip until my hand is wedged between her thighs. The top edge of my hand pressed up against the heated denim covering her core.

She jolts and a wave of lust spears through my body.

“Tell me you understand.”

Her body moves a little and I imagine her nodding her head. “I understand.”

Slowly, so every part of her touches every part of me, I lower her to the ground.

When she’s standing in front of me, I search her gaze.

She looks tired. And sad. But she doesn’t look afraid.

I lean in until our lips are an inch apart, hearing her quick inhale. But I don’t kiss her. Not yet.

I reach past her to pull the passenger door open. “Get in.”